All's Fair in Love and Warby Minx

Sam stared at Dean in hurt wonderment, his wounded puppy look making Dean squirm in discomfort. “So, you’re saying that if it was me or the Impala, you’d save the Impala?”

“I didn’t say that, Sam,” Dean quickly interjected, but it was too late. Sam already had the bitch-face out and ready to go.

“You said that if the car and I both fell into quicksand, you’d rescue your stupid car first,” Sam said quietly. “The car, Dean. Not your flesh and blood brother.”

“I said first, not only,” Dean argued. “It’s just that I can’t let my baby’s engine get all clogged full of sand, dude. It’d mess up the – I mean, come on! This is ridiculous! You know what I meant! I wouldn’t leave you to drown in quicksand, jeez.”

Dean knew now that he shouldn’t have even answered Sam’s semi-rhetorical question. Now he was caught in quicksand himself, so to speak, and Sam didn’t seem inclined to throw him a lifeline. This is what happened when he and sasquatch got bored on stake outs. They started thinking way too damn much, asking each other stupid questions which seemed designed to get one or the other brother pissed off, so instead of having a make out session in the front seat of the car, they ended up fighting. Just like now.

Dean glanced over at Sam, who sat hunched against the door of the car, arms crossed, eyes unfocused, staring out into the darkness of the evening. Dean winced and stifled the urge to roll his eyes.

“It’s not like I wouldn’t pull you out too,” Dean tried, reaching over to tousle Sam’s hair. Sam pulled away from his touch, face still stony. Dean’s hand dropped to the seat of the car between them. “It was a stupid question to begin with,” he muttered.

Trying again, Dean let his hand wander from the seat up to Sam’s lean muscled thigh, giving his brother’s leg a tentative caress. “Lemme make it up to you, Sammy,” he begged softly. “Lemme show you how much you mean to me.” He kneaded Sam’s thigh, squeezing and rubbing the muscles underneath his strong fingers, feeling them loosen and relax.

“Dean, stop,” Sam moped, but Dean smirked a little. He could tell from the tone of Sam’s voice and the way the front of Sam’s pants were starting to tent that his brother wasn’t quite as upset as he was letting on.

Dean leaned a little closer to his brother, so that he could trail his hand from the top of Sam’s leg down the warm inside of the younger man’s thigh to his crotch. He gave the obvious bulge there a gentle, playful squeeze, grinning. Sam shifted in his seat and bit back a soft moan. He shot Dean a mild scowl.

“No fair,” Sam whined as Dean continued to massage Sam’s growing erection through his tight jeans.

Dean chuckled, low and dirty. “All’s fair in love and war, Sammy,” he chided teasingly and then swore when Sam grabbed his hand, bending the first and middle fingers back painfully. “OW! Hey! What the fuck!”

It was Sam’s turn to smirk. “I’m not done warring just yet,” he stated mischievously as he jerked Dean’s fingers back a little further, eliciting a yelp and a menacing glare from his older brother. “I’m not some horny puppy dog, Dean. You really think you can placate me that easily?”

Sam met the taunt with a toothy grin. “Well, then I guess I won’t let go,” he answered, the sass in his tone earning a low growl from Dean. “Hope you can drive one-handed.”

Sam settled back into the Impala’s front seat, impudently tugging Dean’s hand with him, the older boy’s fingers locked uncomfortably down towards the floor. Any attempt to pull the fingers free of Sam’s hold caused a burning pain to shoot up the middle of Dean’s hand and wrist.

Dean glared wordlessly at Sam. He reached down awkwardly through the steering wheel with his left hand to start the car and somehow managed to get it in gear with the aid of a knee. He pulled out onto the empty blacktop road, wincing at the discomfort of his stretched fingers in Sam’s grip.

Dean gave Sam a calculated look, a shark’s smile appearing on his stubbled face. “Oh, you are so in for it, little boy,” he announced while concentrating on the road in front of them. “Soon as we get back to the motel? I’m gonna haul you over my knee, and beat your ass ‘til it’s fire engine red and hot enough to fry an egg on, you hear me?” Dean promised. He kept his voice calm and low, yet the warning was unmistakable.

Dean flicked his gaze over to his little brother. “And after I’m done punishing you, I’m gonna strip you down and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard into the mattress, you’ll be begging me for mercy.”He let out a decidedly evil chuckle as his dick twitched to life. “Your ass is gonna be so sore after I’m done with you, Sammy, you won’t even think about sitting for a month.”

Sam’s reaction surprised Dean. The younger boy just smiled wide, splaying open his long, lean legs on the leather seat, teasing Dean with an unobstructed view of his crotch. “We’ll see,” he said.

Dean snorted. “Cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” he challenged.

“I’m the one holding all the cards at the moment, so…yeah,” Sam retorted gleefully. He gave Dean’s sore hand another squeeze. “Hey, maybe you can ask your precious Impala to help you out?” He quirked a smart-ass brow at Dean. “No? Too bad. Hmm…maybe you should’ve saved me instead of your car.”

Dean let out a bark of laughter, eyes dancing. “I gotta admit, the attitude you’re working? S’got me all tingly, Sammy. Truly,” Dean said. “But there is no way in hell you’re gonna win this one, and you know it.”

Dean felt a white-hot jolt of electricity sparking up from his groin at Sam’s playful arrogance. He shifted on the leather bench seat, throbbing dick pressing uncomfortably against his confining jeans, wishing like hell that he could adjust himself but knowing it was impossible with one hand incapacitated and the other steering the car.

“You know what I think this is about, Sam?” Dean responded, leering, “I think this is about me teaching you who’s the boss here...”

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Dean didn’t even bother to chase after his brother when they got to the motel and Sam finally let go of his aching fingers. He knew with Sam’s giraffe-like legs that it would be no contest who would reach the door to the room first. Even so, Dean made a half-hearted lunge across the front seat after he put the Impala in park, just to let Sam know he wasn’t off the hook, and then he sat back, a sly grin on his face, as he watched his little brother scramble madly from the car and race for the room.

Calmly sliding out of the car, Dean took a moment to flex his hand and ease the stiff muscles of his two sore fingers before sauntering across the small parking lot and over to the closed, and he presumed locked, motel door. He tried the knob anyway, just to be sure. Finding that it was, indeed locked, Dean rapped lightly on the door with his knuckles.

“Yeah?” came the muffled reply from inside. “Who is it?”

“Real funny, smart ass,” Dean said. He leaned up against the doorframe, in no great hurry. “I’m gonna give you one – that’s ONE – chance to unlock and open the door before I take matters into my own hands, Sammy.”

Silence.

Dean pounded on the cheap metal door once. “Dude, the offer for a reprieve is coming off the table in about ten seconds…”

“I’ll hafta get back to you on that,” Sam replied, choking back giggles. He was enjoying his newfound position of power. “Gotta go take a leak. You make yourself comfy out there with your baby, Dean. I’m sure she’d love to have you spend the night with her instead of me.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Sam?… Sammy?” Dean beat on the door again, and then quickly looked around, embarrassed, hoping no one poked their nose out of an adjacent room at the ruckus he was making.

Still no answer from within the room. “You little shit!” Dean spat in amazement, realizing that Sam had actually gone to the bathroom and left him standing out in the cold on the other side of the door!

Dean nodded to himself, taking the irony of the situation in stride, as he reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out his lockpick set. He crouched down to eye level in front of the doorknob and started to work on picking the lock.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…” Dean muttered under his breath as he fiddled with the lock mechanism, smiling darkly when he heard the telltale click of the tumblers releasing. “I know you always forget your picks, but I never leave home without mine.”

The lock popped open with a soft snick and Dean gently pushed the door open, rising and entering the room in one swift move. His head swiveled toward the half-closed bathroom door as he heard the toilet flush and watched Sam walk out of the bathroom, head down as he concentrated on zipping up.

“Might as well leave ‘em undone, bad boy, ’cause they’re coming off in about two seconds anyway,” Dean observed with smug assurance.

Dean held up the lockpick tools, shaking his head. “I’m like a boyscout, Sam, I always come prepared.” He smiled wide, tossing the tools onto the dresser and advancing on his brother.

“Dean…I…” Sam stuttered, offering his brother a placating smile as he backed up slowly until he was mashed up against the wall next to the bathroom door. “I was gonna let you in,” he stated, licking his lips. “Honest?” It came out as a squeaked question.

Dean fixed Sam with a look that was halfway between lust and amusement. He quickly closed the gap which remained between him and his brother’s hard body.

“What am I gonna do with you, Sammy?” Dean murmured as he pinioned his brother tightly against the wall with his own body, raising his arms to put a hand on the wall to either side of Sam’s head. He stared suggestively into his brother’s eyes.

Sam’s breath hitched, his cock coming to instant attention.He licked his lips again, trying to calm his jittering heartbeat, but it was no use. He felt Dean’s hot, hard body pressing heavily into his chest, thighs and belly. Dean’s lips edged closer, lingering just inches away. Sam wanted to devour them, and by now his dick was practically punching a hole through his tight jeans. A whimper of desperation escaped from Sam as he tried to grind his crotch against his brother, but Dean twisted his hips away just enough to keep Sam thrusting into empty air.

“Dean,” Sam whined, trying once again to hump against his brother. His hands, which had been dangling at his sides, came up, scrabbling for Dean’s waistband, but Dean snatched Sam’s fingers from the zipper of his jeans, pinning the younger man’s wrists back against the wall. Sam struggled in Dean’s grip.

Dean dipped his head in close to Sam, his lips grazing the younger man’s ear. “Bad boys don’t get to have their way, Sammy,” Dean murmured, taking a moment to rim the edge of Sam’s ear with the tip of his tongue, smiling when Sam shivered and moaned in response. “No, bad boys get punished, don’t they?” Dean’s voice was low, almost a growl. “And you’ve been a very bad boy, haven’t you, Sam?”

“God, yes,” Sam choked, voice cracking. He turned his head to the side to face Dean and captured his brother’s mouth with his own in a rough kiss, lips mashing against teeth, tongue invading, searching, plundering until Dean took back control, biting down on Sam’s lower lip to slow the boy down, forcing him to savor the tastes, the sensations.

Sam broke off the kiss finally, coming up for a ragged breath of air. “Are you going to punish me, Dean?” he asked in a low whisper, his eyes the color of dark jade.

Sam barely had to time to register the words before he felt himself being spun around and slammed face first into the wall, Dean’s strong hands gripping his hips, almost bruising the flesh.His brother’s fingers snaked around his sides, one hand sneaking up under Sam’s thin t-shirt, feeling the too hot flesh of his quivering abdomen while the other threaded its way down towards his belt buckle. Dean let his hand slide even lower, cupping Sam’s hard-on through the thick denim fabric, giving it a firm squeeze, letting Sam know, once again, who was in control.

Sam groaned, his knees buckling a bit, but Dean held onto him, keeping him upright against the wall. Dean let his own rock hard dick jut up against Sam’s thigh from behind as he let go of Sam’s cock and reached up to undo the boy’s belt and jeans. He peeled his brother’s pants and boxers down, baring Sam’s lean, taut ass.

Sam reached behind him, urgent, grabbing one of Dean’s hands and dragging it around and down towards his rigid cock, now free from its confines and standing proudly, bobbing against his stomach. But, Dean yanked his hand back before he touched Sam, and the younger man whined in protest.

Dean just smirked. “I promised you a spanking first, Sam, and I never break my promises.” He ran a callused hand down over one of Sam’s rounded cheeks, patting it lightly, teasingly.

Sam clenched under the light pat. “Dean, m’sorry,” he blurted hastily, hoping his contrite tone would garner some mercy, but Dean only laughed.

Dean pulled his brother backwards towards the nearby bed, spinningSam around, letting the younger boy’s bunched up pants and too-long legs help to topple Sam down and over his lap as he took a seat on the edge of the mattress.Dean felt a bit of dampness on his one thigh where Sam’s dick leaked onto the fabric of his jeans. His own cock was hot and heavy, straining painfully against the front of his jeans. He tried to ignore that fact as he gazed down at Sam sprawled over his lap, panting and half naked.

“I warned you, back in the car, what I was gonna do if you didn’t let go of my fingers, and you just laughed and said you had the upper hand, remember?” Dean scolded as he settled his squirming brother over his thighs, clamping an arm down around Sam’s middle to keep him in place.

“You weren’t playing fair!” Sam countered stubbornly. He glanced back over his shoulder at Dean, his tousled bangs hiding part of his face, making him look younger than he was. “You were playing dirty, Dean, so I just went along.”

“I love it when you get all angry and logical,” Dean mused aloud, and Sam shot him an irritated glower.

“This is all your fault anyway,” Sam huffed. “If you hadn’t said your stupid car was more important than – OW!” Sam yelped when Dean’s hand cracked down onto his butt without warning.

“The Impala isn’t stupid, Sam,” Dean stated quietly. He let his hand rest on top of the splotchy red mark he’d left on Sam’s ass, the heat seeping from his palm into the flesh underneath it, a clear warning to his little brother that the Impala was not to be insulted.

Sam couldn’t help it. “It’s an ugly, old, piece of – OW!” Sam hollered again as Dean’s hand laid down three more solid swats across the lower half of his backside, just above the crease of his thighs, leaving a burning sting. “Piece of shit!” Sam finished stubbornly, even though he knew he’d pay for saying it, somehow wanting just that.

And Dean obliged, spanking Sam hard and heavy, the deluge of smacks rocking the young man across his lap.Sam grunted, clenching his teeth, feeling the heat and sting blaze across his ass with each and every swat his brother applied.

“My baby deserves some respect,” Dean said as he continued to spank Sam’s reddening ass, enjoying the way his brother bucked under his hand, letting out little yips of distress, but never asking Dean to stop. If Sam had asked, Dean would have stopped. They both knew it. Sam’s butt went from a glowing red to a deep crimson as the spanking continued.

Dean snorted at the flippant tone, but stopped the spanking. “Good boy,” he said as he began gently massaging Sam’s tender butt, his fingers teasing along Sam’s ass crack. He felt Sam relax slowly.

“So, you sorry for almost ripping my fingers off earlier?” Dean questioned him.

“No,” was the sullen reply.

Dean’s hand dipped down between Sam’s slightly parted legs to give his balls a playful tug, and Sam groaned, shifting over Dean’s lap.

“You sure?” Dean asked.

“N-no…” Sam moaned, all petulance gone from his tone. “Dean,” he whimpered hungrily.

“Hm?”

“Dean, please, I need you,” Sam begged, struggling to push himself up from Dean’s lap, but Dean held him down.

“Tell me what you want, Sammy,” Dean ordered, delving deeply between Sam’s ass cheeks, rimming the tight puckered hole there with a finger. “What do you want?”

“You,” Sam rasped hoarsely. “Want you, Dean. Inside me.”

Dean let Sam up from his lap, smirking silently when his brother gingerly reached back to rub at his scorched behind.

Sam’s butt twinged at his touch, the sting still fresh enough to be prickly. Yeah, right, all’s fair, Sam considered with a heap of skepticism. Even though he was willing to go so far as to admit that the spanking had possibly been well deserved, it didn’t stop him from exacting some vengeance on Dean, especially when the older boy sat there grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

Still facing away from Dean, Sam slowly shucked out of his button down shirt and t-shirt. He took his time, letting the clothing flutter to the floor as he stretched languorously, arms outthrust, back arching, showing off his nude, well-muscled body to Dean.

Dean stared hungrily, appreciating the performance. His lips parted, eyes full of unadulterated lust. If it wasn’t for the warmth suddenly spreading through his gut, and the increased discomfort of his too tight pants, Dean might have forgotten to breathe altogether. He let his eyes travel unabashedly down Sam’s body, stopping to admire the rosy blush he’d brought to the younger boy’s bottom, and then he stood up, quickly shedding his own clothes, letting out a satisfied grunt as his swollen cock was finally freed from his jeans and boxer briefs.

Dean came up behind Sam, pressing up against the length his brother’s body. He felt the heat from Sam’s spanked ass against his stomach. It was like leaning up against a warm stove, he thought idly. Dean reached around Sam, running his hands over Sam’s carved pecs, giving the right nipple a soft tweak.

Dean licked up from the center of Sam’s shoulders over to his arching neck. He buried his nose in Sam’s unruly chestnut curls, deeply breathing in the scent of cheap motel shampoo and Sam’s own musk, his mind flooding and overflowing with heat and arousal. Sam’s hands drifted back to pull Dean even closer as Dean sucked hard at the hollow just under his brother’s jaw, bruising the flesh there. Sam gasped and Dean planted a whisper of a kiss on the spot he’d just marked.

“God, Sammy,” Dean whispered against Sam’s jaw. “How’m I s’posed to concentrate with you looking so fucking good? I can’t even think straight.”

Dean’s fingers encircled Sam’s hot, jutting cock, and he gently pulled on the head in obvious approval, before gliding his tight fist down the long, hard shaft and then back up. He thumbed the pre-come off the tip of Sam’s dick, the liquid acting as lube when Dean began to fist his brother’s dick with steady, hard strokes.

“Oh…fuck…” Sam stuttered, leaning back into Dean’s body, unable to form anything more coherent as all the blood in his body suddenly rushed southward.

“I gotcha,” Dean said gently and wrapped his free hand tightly around Sam’s waist as he worked his brother’s dick with his other hand.

Sam groaned and panted, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, as he thrust up into Dean’s hand frantically, the heat and friction driving him over the edge of sanity. It felt so incredibly good. Dean sped up, twisting his wrist on every other upstroke while he began to nip and suck on Sam’s neck, and that was it for the younger boy. Sam let out a low guttural moan as he came, his muscles going rigid as he spurted hard all over his stomach and Dean’s hand.

Dean let out a throaty chuckle, his heated gaze capturing Sam’s, piercing the other boy to the core. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he stated unequivocally. “Not by a long shot, Sam.”

Sam’s legs shook as he reached with trembling hands to pull Dean’s lips up to his for a deep kiss. Dean skated his tongue along Sam’s upper lip before plunging into his brother’s eager mouth, returning Sam’s kiss with gusto. He broke off , watching Sam watching him as he brought up his hand, covered now with Sam’s sticky come, and bent down, slowly licking his own fingers clean, eyes closing, savoring the combination of bitter and salty on his tongue.

Sam’s eyes glazed over and he bit his bottom lip hard as his oversensitive dick twitched at the sight. “You tryin’ to kill me? Is that it?” he croaked, his eyes never leaving Dean.

Dean gave Sam a cocky grin, his hand still damp as he ran it over Sam’s chest, maneuvering him backwards. Sam’s legs hit the edge of the bed, and he fell back onto the mattress, hissing as his sore ass met the rough fabric of the bedspread. Ignoring the uncomfortable burn, he scooted further up the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as Dean crawled up onto the bed between Sam’s open legs.

“Ready for round two?” Dean asked, eyes glinting naughtily. Sam whined from the back of his throat, but his eyes were willing and he nodded silently.

Dean moved up on Sam, placing his hands on the boy’s thighs, spreading them further apart as he bent lower to place his mouth over Sam’s semi-hard cock, sucking and licking the sensitive head. He reached down to massage Sam’s balls at the same time, and Sam arched up off the bed, groaning out Dean’s name. Dean sucked hard, swallowing down the length of Sam’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks, feeling Sam’s dick slowly fill and harden in his mouth.

The wet warmth of his brother’s tongue and lips brought a familiar tingle to Sam’s groin again, and he sputtered, “Oh, God…”

Dean stopped a moment, pondering. He let Sam’s dick pop out of his mouth, unable to resist a quip. “Well, some might think of me as a god, Sammy, but I’m really just your average hot, studly kind of guy,” he teased, smirking.

Sam sat up and stared at Dean stupidly. “Shuddup!” he choked, eyes desperate. “Just shut the hell up, Dean, n’ go back to what you were doing! Please!”

But, Dean had other plans. He grasped Sam’s now glistening dick, giving it a few quick jerks and then he pressed his lips to Sam’s belly, kissing and sucking his way up the younger man’s sweat-slicked torso. Sam writhed and moaned. He reached down between their bodies and took hold of Dean’s flushed cock, squeezing it in return, and Dean hissed and bit down hard on Sam’s left nipple.

“Fuck!” both boys grunted simultaneously and then burst into amused laughter.

“Lube?” Dean asked absently, and Sam reached over to the nightstand, while Dean continued to kiss and nip along Sam’s chest with hearty abandon.

Sam dragged open the nightstand drawer and fumbled around inside it blindly until his fingers fell on the tube of KY there. He snagged it and handed it off to Dean, who had, by now, worked his way up to Sam’s jaw line, leaving tiny bites all along it, making it very hard for Sam to concentrate anymore on anything but his now throbbing dick and Dean’s hot little tongue laving over his flesh. Sam pulled Dean’s head up for another lusty kiss while Dean squirted some lube into his one hand.

Dean stopped and pulled back a little from Sam, their eyes meeting and locking. “You sure?” he asked gently, and Sam nodded, amused that Dean was essentially asking his permission.

“I believe you were the one that stated he was going to fuck me into the mattress earlier, or did I hear wrong?” Sam questioned brattily.

“Yeah, the wounded puppy bit’s not gonna work this time, bitch,” Dean retorted, grinning evilly as he covered his aching cock with some of the lube in his hand. “You wanna play the smart ass, you better learn to handle the fall out that comes with the attitude.”

“Jerk,” Sam snickered under his breath and then he jumped a little when Dean spread his ass cheeks wide in order to coat his hole with the cool lube.

Dean slowly pushed one of his slickened fingers into Sam’s hot tight hole, trying to work it deep inside. “Relax, Sam, or it’s gonna hurt,” Dean said, and Sam let out a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles, responding to the pressure and opening to his brother. Dean pressed another finger into Sam, this one sliding in a little easier.

He began to scissor his fingers, opening Sam’s hole, readying him for his throbbing cock. Sam whimpered at the incredible mix of pleasure and pain he felt and bit his lip in anticipation. When Dean thought Sam was open enough, he removed his fingers and quickly grabbed his pulsing dick, pressing the blunt head into Sam’s wet hole, slowly and carefully easing into Sam inch by inch.

“So hot and tight,” Dean grunted into Sam’s ear, sweat dripping from his nose onto Sam’s shoulder. He bent his mouth low, his tongue snaking out to lap the salty fluid from his brother’s skin before sucking hard, making Sam shudder in pleasure, forgetting the slight burn of pain down below at the initial invasion of Dean’s thick cock into his asshole.

Sam winced slightly as Dean’s cock slipped past the tight outer ring of muscle and then he moaned long and loud when Dean finally drove into him ball’s deep, filling him, owning him. Dean lay still for a moment on top of Sam, panting hard, trying to keep from coming too soon. He’d waited this long; he didn’t want it to end just yet. No, not yet.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Move, would you?” Sam gulped in mild desperation. His hips bucked madly under Dean’s weight, wanting, needing the friction, as his own solid hard-on pressed hotly between their bellies.

Dean needed no further invitation. He set up a slow rhythm, which forced his cock deep into Sam’s ass on each thrust, pulling almost all the way out of the boy before rocking back into him. Sam keened and moaned at being filled so completely, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted, needed more.

“Harder,” Sam demanded, gasping. He sank his teeth into Dean’s shoulder to emphasize his desire, and Dean growled, responding immediately by pounding his full length into Sam while uttering the filthiest things he could think of into his little brother’s ear.

Dean’s hips snapped forward and back, riding Sam in quick, deep strokes that hit the younger boy’s prostate, over and over, making him see starbursts as the heels of Sam’s feet banged repeatedly against Dean’s back.

“Yeah Dean, God,” Sam ground out, as he arched up off the bed, his hands clutching at Dean’s shoulders in a frenzy. “There…right…Jesus, there…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean chanted under his breath as he pumped hard into Sam’s slick, hot hole, feeling himself tensing, readying for release.

Dean reached down between their two sweaty, moving bodies to take hold of Sam’s stiff dick. He began fisting it in rhythm to his own movements in and out of Sam’s ass, watching with satisfaction as Sam hissed and then bucked up into his hand with a sob of pleasure.

“Want you to come again for me, Sammy,” Dean ordered, his stern tone sending a thrill of goosebumps down Sam’s arms. “You come good and hard for me, little boy, and maybe I won’t put your naughty ass over my knee for another spanking until tomorrow morning.”

The firm fingers clasped around his swollen, throbbing cock combined with Dean’s dick nailing his prostate on every stroke and his promise of another spanking became too much for Sam. The younger boy felt the familiar white heat coil in his belly and then, with a loud shout, Sam came jerking wildly, his come spattering over both him and Dean, covering them in the creamy hot fluid.

Dean felt Sam’s ass clench and squeeze his cock as the younger boy rode out his second orgasm of the evening, and that was all it took for Dean to lose it completely. His hips stuttered a few times and then Dean groaned loud and stiffened, pulsing into Sam, flooding his tight little asshole with a molten heat.

Dean slowly pulled out of Sam, rolling off the boy and onto his back, panting heavily. Sam, sticky and sweaty, made to get off the bed, but Dean hooked him by an arm and pulled him back down next to him, tucking Sam close against his chest, one arm wrapped protectively around him.

“M’all sticky,” Sam whined softly as he snuggled up to Dean and ran a fingertip down the older boy’s chest.

Sam bit his lip. “You still mad at me? Because I was, you know, jealous of the Impala?”

Dean blinked. A smile spread over his tired face, and he laughed softly, shaking his head in wonderment. “You ginormous dope,” he gently chided, reaching over to give the back of Sam’s head a light smack. “How could you ever think I’d leave you to bite the big one in a lake of quicksand, huh?” Dean’s features softened as he ran his eyes over the young man cradled in his arms. He clenched his jaw hard to keep it from trembling. “I’d give my life for you, Sammy,” Dean quietly stated, all levity gone from his voice.

Sam’s eyes snapped up to meet Dean’s. “You did give your life for me, Dean,” he choked, his eyes filling with tears. “And, with the due date closing on us, I’m thinking your odds would have been a little better with the Impala maybe,” Sam added, letting out a small, sad laugh.

Dean forced a chuckle at Sam’s attempted humor, trying hard not to let his real emotions show. He was the big brother here, the protector, the one with the plan, and Sammy was his boy. He shook his head lightly in mock disagreement and let a tiny smile flit across his lips.

“Nah. I wouldn’t even take those odds in Vegas. You’ll always come first for me, Sammy. Before the Impala. Before the job. Hell, even before pie.”

That got a genuine laugh out of Sam, and Dean grinned back happily before Sam pounced on him, wrestling playfully, before pressing his lips to Dean’s in a hard, needy kiss. Dean opened up for his brother, letting Sam plunder his mouth in a frantic explosion of warm breath and tongue, focusing on the pleasure and intensity and intimacy of the moment. The here and now.

Dean wanted to savor it. Remember it. Treasure it. Because he wanted to be able to take that memory with him when the time came. When there would be no more of Sam and him.When there would only be pain and loneliness and torment to fill the endless void of his time in hell.